We slogged through mud and forest along the Maunawili Trail, down to the falls and back on a path we made ourselves, then along the windward side of the Ko`olau mountain range. The only other hikers we saw were a pair of marines. Our muscles ached down to the bone. We didn't bring enough water. Through breaks in the forest the rain poured down in sheets as thick and as comforting as linen fresh from the dryer. This is what I will remember most of Hawaii - my hair dripping from the mist and rain, my shins stained red from mudslides, and my eyes wide open in awe of such a paradise.
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